oh, hello depression. we meet again.

i work for my apartment complex about 20 hours or so a week doing general housekeeping and sometimes cleaning actual vacant units. i get free rent for this. my shoulders are killing me ( Read more... )

i sabotage all of my relationships. i dont do it on purpose. i just do it ( Read more... )

at least the breeze is warm on my face. and chain smoking hasnt been outlawed yet. and i can still pretend everything is just as it was before.

i'm so fucking tired of your voice.

when i think of Bed, Bath and Beyond, i think of exquisite bedding, rooms full of colorful bath towels, and towers filled with drapery patterns. I do not think of shit. which leads me to my question, who goes to bed bath and beyond and shits there? i acknowledge the fact that they made it to the bathroom, but seriously? who shits on the wall? who ( Read more... )

Try to get some rest ( Read more... )

at least he's happy.

i. am. homesick.

and i'm sorry.

out of everything i do,
nothing seems quite good enough.

life is funny sometimes.

emotions are for the weak.